Fragile

Chapter 3

(A/N: Was chapter 1 and 2 too short? Most Fanfic have these long ass chapters so I'm not sure if mine should be longer. This chapter is gonna be a bit longer :* xx)

Harry's POV

Should I tell Lauren about why she's here? Nah, it'll just warn her off and ruin her father's plan. I'm only being nice to her for the money.

*Flashback*

*"Harry?!" James calls, "HARRY!"
"Jesus Christ James, what do you want?!" I call back equally as loud.

"Your dad, his friend, and I are going for big money and we need your help. Twelve grand we're going for and if you tag along you're getting four."

Oh.. Four grand, holy shit. All I have to do is tag along. I run downstairs to talk.

"So all I have to do is tag along? And where's the money coming from?! How?!" I ask.

"My daughter Lauren, she saw me killing her mum thirteen years ago. Now that she's old enough to leave that place and get a job she can inform the police about what I did."

"So what's that got to do with money?" I don't think this man has a clue how he's gonna find the money to be honest.

"Let me finish." He scowls, "Her mother gave twelve thousand quid to Lauren's grandparents to be used towards anything for Lauren. Wedding, college, anything, you name it. If she falls for someone they can easily do the attack. Once she's gone I can tell her grandparents to hand me the money to fund a beautiful funeral."

"But you'll have no money left over!"

"Harry you're so fucking clueless, We don't actually create a funeral we keep the money."

"I'm in"

*End of Flashback*

"Hello? Harry?" She sings.
"What?"
"There are no clothes in here and these pyjamas aren't exactly clean..." She mumbles.

I chuckle at her and take her to my room and hand her one of my shirts.

"Um... Thanks, I guess?" She smiles.
I smile back and she walks into the bathroom to get changed.

She walks out and looks down. It swallows her small frame and ends mid thigh.

"Do you have any bottoms or anything I can wear underneath?" She blushes.
"I have spare boxers?" I joke.
"No thanks" She giggles, "I'll stick with this"

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Lauren's POV

Harry was sweet to offer me his shirt, even though he doesn't know me, but when he offered a spare pair of boxers... Not so much.

"Oh yeah, Harry?" I call to him, he asked me if I knew why I'm here and to be honest I'm pretty curious.

"Yep?" He says popping the 'p'

"Why am I here?"

He scratches the back of his neck and looks at me carefully.

"Um.. Because er, your dad kinda missed you?"
Well it's a bit late for that. He killed my mother and left me to hide for the rest of my life. Then he kidnaps me thirteen years later, probably still a drunk, because he misses me. Unbelievable. He's sick and twisted that man and I'm ashamed for him to be my father.
"Oh Okay" I flatly reply, "So do I live here now or..?"
"Yes, and so do I." He grins.
His gorgeous eyes glisten and his dimples show.
"Oh joy" I sarcastically reply but really he doesn't seem that bad to put up with.

"So Laura-en, Lauren... Since we technically have to put up with each other now, might as well get to know each other, what d'ya like? McDonalds or somethin'?"

"Oh how charming" I roll my eyes.

Grinning again, his dimples pop out more. "Well I do try," he winks, "I'm not spending shit loads of money on food for us if I don't even know you or like you."

My heart stopped when he finished that sentence. I know he doesn't know me but I thought we could be friends, he seemed nice enough. I looked to the ground and felt my cheeks glowing pink.

"Oh my. Lauren I'm sorry the last part slipped out I didn't mean it, we could be friends I guess it's just-" He actually looks guilty and a hint of nervousness flashes behind his eyes.

"It's fine Harry, really." I say softly and plaster a small fake smile on my face.

He disappears for a few minutes then comes back in a hoodie and jeans. He pulls out two black rings from his pockets and puts one on his right eyebrow and one on his lip.

I've never been fond of piercings but he somehow makes it work.

"McDonalds or...?" He mumbles rocking back and forth on his heels.

"Yeah, McDonalds sounds good." I smile.
We head out into his car and drive.